Because We Can Never Get Enough… It’s A Monty Python MMP

Miscellaneous and Personal Stuff I Must Share
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Oh, and also–**swampy, **that’s a badass OP!

doggio, don’t be TOO surprised if that little “she kitty” of yours starts to grow balls–orange tabby is a predominantly Y linked color and most orange kitties are boys. My daughter had an orange kitten who was originally named “Sadie” who had to become “Sado” after she turned out to be a tough boy in spite of the vet’s opinion of his sex.

Oh, and just because it didn’t get finished:

*There’s nothing Nietszche couldn’t teach ya
'Bout the raising of the wrist.
Socrates, himself, was permanently pissed.

John Stuart Mill, of his own free will,
On half a pint of shandy was particularly ill.
Plato, they say, could stick it away–
Half a crate of whiskey every day.
Aristotle, Aristotle was a bugger for the bottle.
Hobbes was fond of his dram,
And René Descartes was a drunken fart.
‘I drink, therefore I am.’

Yes, Socrates, himself, is particularly missed,
A lovely little thinker,
But a bugger when e’s pissed!*

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Good Mornin’ Y’all! Up and caffienatin’ here. Soonish I shall purtify and go make an impression (good or bad) on the folks at HfH.

Welcome to all you new or sometime posters to the MMP.

nashii sorry about your mom. I hope she’s feelin’ better soon.

SmartiePants Princess Grandkid is a cutie! Looks like a good time was had by all.

Ok, off in search of more caffiene and brekkies.

Later Y’all!

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Good morning all! Up and caffeinating here also.

Interesting and educational OP, Swampy, although I’m not sure that I wanted to have those MP lyrics to “All Things Bright & Beautiful” going round and round in my head first thing on Monday morning. :smiley: Thanks a lot! LOL

Very nice pics, Smarty; your granddaughter looks cute in her princess regalia. :slight_smile: And thanks for the kitteh pics, Doggio; she (he?) is cute! Ha, Smarty’s warning reminds me of many years ago when my Mom was house-sitting for some friends; they had just “adopted” a couple of kittens, one of whom they’d named Lucy. This was after the hubby, a -vet- had examined them. Lucy turned out to be Luke … and he was an orange tabby too, believe it or not! I think what had happened was that the testes hadn’t descended yet … so it’s not really the vet’s fault that he didn’t recognize that … right? :wink:

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Just came to sing…

Every sperm is sacred, every sperm is great
If a sperm gets wasted, God gets quite irate…

Mornin’ mumpers…

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… so every time a baby is made, God gets irate for all the spermatozoids that lost the race?

Someday I should watch Monty Python in the original with subtitles. For now I’ll make do with those translations of the Pythons and the Marx which led to epic lines - that are not in the original.

Oh, and, Taters:

CUMPLEAÑOS FELIIIIIIZ,
CUMPLEAÑOS FELIIIIIIZ,
TE DESEAMOS TAAAAAAAAAAATEEEEEEEEEEEEERS,
CUUUMPLEAAAAAÑOOOOOOOS FEEEEEELIIIIIIIZ

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Many happies, Taters!

Doggio - the good thing with red tabbies is that you can never be quite sure what you’re really getting. I had a lovely little red tabby kitten who grew up to be Orly

She was definitely a female, with the characteristic redhead temperament. You’d hardly think that behind that pretty little face lurked the ginger ball of spitting fury!

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Morning. The zoo has decided that 0400 is the proper time to play “hide and go bark” I may end up selling both of them to a Chinese restaurant. Here is the cat imitating a Norwegian Blue(beautiful plumage). Working all day again.

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Happy Birthday Taters !!!
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Hope your mom does OK, tashii

Aleq, cool party. Thrakazog is kinda a gender neutral name anyways.

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Morning everyone!

And Happy birfday taters!

I wasn’t feeling mmpish last week, sorry.
Glad I haven’t planted the starts for the garden yet. Not been warm enough to in my opinion. I like a nice week with temps steady hitting around 70, (at the right time of year, not that freaky week back in April.) And it frosted last night. This week isn’t looking great either.

We arranged for a drum sander and an edge sander for this nice long weekend. He’s taking Thursday night off because middle child is graduating kindergarten. Yes, we have a ceremony for it. It’s cute and quaint. Keep your fingers crossed we don’t mess up the floors. 'Corse I won’t be around when he puts the finish on the floors, toxic stuff that it is.

I talked with Oldest Daughter’s father, it looks like I’m going to let her live with him. She has said she wants to make me as miserable as possible, and this is what she really wants. So I just don’t have the facilities to deal with her anymore. We’ll have to see how long it takes her to realize what it’s like to live really really poor. We’re not rich by any means, but we don’t want for much either. He’s quite the opposite.

More later, I’m sure!

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Well, all right:

We love the Yangtze, Yangtze-Kiang!
Flowing from Yu-shu down to Ching-kiang,
Passing through Chungking, Wei-shi and Luchow -
Three thousand miles, but it gets there somehow!
Oh!
Szechuan’s the province, and Shanghai is the port,
And Yangtze is the river that we all support!

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No, they just gave their life for God, the Queen and Country and all that. :slight_smile:

Happy Birthday Taters!

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I like Chinese,
I like Chinese.
They only come up to your knees
But they’re cute and they’re cuddy
And they’re ready to please…

Happy Birthday Taters! Sorry. Too soon after waking up for fancy coding. Especially on a holiday. Happy Victoria Day!

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Mornin’, y’all. Day #3 of Pinkeye From Hell.

It started at work Firday morning, when I thought I had something under my contact lens. I took it out several times, washing it each time before I put it back. Not much relief, and it was a long time before I could get home to switch to glasses.

Firday night/Saturday morning, I took a rescue call, for a sick patient. He was sick, but he wasn’t. He had the ugliest fungal rash I’ve seen in a long time, but was indigent and needed a way to the horsepistol. So, we took him. I took the call because the given address was in a rough area, and LorraineTheBabe answered first. I was close by, and I thought she’d need tha muscle.

The rub is that the guy was crazier than a sack of weasels (Og, I love that phrase). Nice enough of a guy, but he was recently sprung from the regional looney bin after being treated for serious bipolar disorder. He would not shut up. He went on and on in this stream of conciousness ramble on such heavy topics and chewy chicken gizzards from the local gas station deli, too much sleep will kill you, he has no money because he can’t keep a job, you get energy from the sun through your eyes, the fact that he used to babysit the junior member that rode along on the run (true, BTW), ad nauseum.

We got him to the hospital without a problem. LorraineTheBabe is an extremely cute blond, a recent RN, and a recent full Paramedic. My image of her is that she’s about as squeaky clean as you can get, because she does not cuss, I’ve heard her laugh at a dirty joke but not tell one, and so on. Imagine my shock and LOL moment when, on the way home, we were talking about our wacko patient, and she said, “I’d’ve put a non-rebreather on him.” (a full oxygen mask for those who don’t know).

I laughed long and hard at that, and she looked at me very strangely. “I had to laugh at that, because it’s such a perfectly eeeevil idea that I did not expect from you.” LTB then went to a big ol’ shit-eating grin…

Saturday morning was fire training. We have a house that we’re going to burn down, probably next weekend, and we did a lot of training exercises in it while it is still intact, like searches, breaching walls, fire ventilation, using fire ladders, and so on. Mostly fun, but it was a lot of work.

I was supposed to pull a shift Saturday night on the ambulance, but the pinkeye ruled that out. I marked off, and while sitting in the ER waiting to see the doc, the crew that covered for me brought in a lady who hosed up her knee while hanging laundry out on the line. “I told you I was sick…”

Yesterday was spent mowing, getting the bedding plants out in the garden, grilling Filet Mignons outside in a raging thunderstorm, and the usual crap like laundry and doing dishes. No rest for the wicked, I guess.

Just so I can show I paid attention to Swampus’ OP,

I’m a lumberjack
and I’m OK;
I sleep all night,
and I work all day…

ETA: Happy Birfday, Taters!

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Hindus, Jews and Taoists spill their’s just anywhere.
But God loves those who treat there semen with more care.

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Ergh. We watched a whoile bunch of Buffy yesterday, and I had the weirdest dreams Also (TMI!) can any of the mothers who’ve nursed tell me what a blocked milk duct feels like? It feel like there’s a sort of round, small, gland-like thing in my right breast that’s gone rock-hard, and mastitis terrifies me.

And no, the straight male MMPers are not invited to investigate. :smiley:

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thanks, doggio, I had to call in squeeeeee!

Actually I called in bad back. It feels like I slept all twisted up, which is impossible if you saw the array of pillows designed to keep me in a specific sleeping position

oh! and my blues and greens are back - for no reason. I think this 4 year old iMac is letting me know it’s on it’s way out. sigh - maybe I’ll just get a Mac Mini - not as pretty but certianly just as functional and a whole lot less expensive - I already have a working keyboard and mouse - I just need a monitor
But sigh the iMacs are So Pretty!!!

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as for pics of Abigail and family - try this link. Just click the View Pictures link (you don’t have to sign up) then in the upper right, click slide show.

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LiLi, that’s pretty much exactly what a blocked duct feels like. Next time you feed or express, apply some gentle heat to the lumpy spot first, then massage over the lump with your thumb (as you feed), from the outside in towards the nipple. It may take a couple of feeds to clear up, but the heat and massage usually help. It WILL hurt some to massage over the lump, but better that than mastitis!

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my contribution to the Python Songfest
I like Traffic Lights
I like Traffic Lights
I like Traffic Lights
I like Traffic Lights
I like Traffic Lights
I like Traffic Lights
I like Traffic Lights
I like Traffic Lights
I like Traffic Lights
but only when they’re amber.

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I have not read all posts yet, and I see the bobbio and I are of like minds but for the enjoyment of all, I thought I’d post the entire Lumberjack song:

*BARBER:
I wanted to be… a lumberjack!

Leaping from tree to tree, as they float down the mighty rivers of British Columbia. The Giant Redwood. The Larch. The Fir! The mighty Scots Pine! The lofty flowering Cherry! The plucky little Apsen! The limping Roo tree of Nigeria. The towering Wattle of Aldershot! The Maidenhead Weeping Water Plant! The naughty Leicestershire Flashing Oak! The flatulent Elm of West Ruislip! The Quercus Maximus Bamber Gascoigni! The Epigillus! The Barter Hughius Greenus!

With my best buddy by my side, we’d sing! Sing! Sing!I’m a lumberjack, and I’m okay.
I sleep all night and I work all day.

MOUNTIES:
He’s a lumberjack, and he’s okay.
He sleeps all night and he works all day.

BARBER:
I cut down trees. I eat my lunch.
I go to the lavatory.
On Wednesdays I go shoppin’
And have buttered scones for tea.

MOUNTIES:
He cuts down trees. He eats his lunch.
He goes to the lavatory.
On Wednesdays he goes shopping
And has buttered scones for tea.

He’s a lumberjack, and he’s okay.
He sleeps all night and he works all day.

BARBER:
I cut down trees. I skip and jump.
I like to press wild flowers.
I put on women’s clothing
And hang around in bars.

MOUNTIES:
He cuts down trees. He skips and jumps.
He likes to press wild flowers.
He puts on women’s clothing
And hangs around in bars?!

He’s a lumberjack, and he’s okay.
He sleeps all night and he works all day.

BARBER:
I cut down trees. I wear high heels,
Suspendies, and a bra.
I wish I’d been a girlie,
Just like my dear Papa.

MOUNTIES:
He cuts down trees. He wears high heels,
Suspendies, and a bra?!

[talking]
What’s this? Wants to be a girlie?! Oh, My!
And I thought you were so rugged! Poofter!..

[singing]
He’s a lumberjack, and he’s okay.
He sleeps all night and he works all day.

He’s a lumberjack, and he’s okaaaaay.
He sleeps all night and he works all day. *

I’ll be back after I read.

Tupug